The Snowflake Chronicles

9 Unfinished Poems

1
Spider (Working Title)

Crawling
on eight legs
the jet black arachnid,

ascends
vertebra by vertebra
my spine.

Spinning
its microscopic web
the hour-glass marked widow,
descends
chilblain by chilblain
my back.

2
The World Could Come to An End
And We Would Never Know

Pearl seeds,
encased in living shells,
we hear

only
oyster blood flowing.
Our minds

unmarked
bu external realities
we feel

only
the cold kiss
of mother of pearl,

as our
rough edges are smoothed
to a glassy finish.

3
Bete Noire
(Black Beast)

The distant echoes
of fear reverberate through
the mind's corridors.

Buried in sorrow
are the joys of yesterday;
buried in terror
lay the dream of tomorrow;
alive the griefs of today.

From canyons of self
ascend the dark mist of hate.

Across fields of ice
ghost hunt the pilgrims of fear;
across death's meadows
specters track out cast of hate.

Darkness envelopes
fugitives abandoned on
the avenues of matter.

Shadows entangle
binding with dogma's fetters
religion's children;
hiding from unseeing eyes
Mirrors of Divinity.

4
Light Dancers

Life comes together
cell by cell building upon
past realities

Mideastern dancer
body moving to the rhythms
of her own sexuality
dances her praise to God.

Because poets cannot focus
on anything but the words
flow through their minds.

5
Mantra (Working Title)

Thinking the word serenity,
pronouncing it mentally,
allowing its syllables
to resonate from axon to dendrite,
to echo from dendrite to axon,
evokes oneness with the universe.

Intoning the word serenity,
chanting it over and over and over
a mantra rising from my soul embracing my whole body
elicits timeless harmony
floating on a warm tranquil ocean
as its tide carries me to paradise.

6
A Blessing with Tears

A baby is a blessing
         that grows through the years.
Giving hours of joy
         for seconds of tears.

7
Black Mountain After Dark

Monuments
Tod modern civilization
Communication towers
Beam the gospel of consumerism
to a lost generation.

8
Night Noises

Central heat whispers
Melodies of summer nights
Winter winds make ice

9
Reading a Review
Of James Ellroy's Dark Places

I felt
my own dark places
cowering;

withdrawing
from the light
the written word

shed
in the caverns
of fear.